I have two different holes in each thigh of a pair of insulated pants.
One was caused by a rogue nail that caught me as I slimmed my way through an old wall and a pallet of wine.
The other, was eaten into the pants by battery acid introduced by leaning over the cluster of terminals for a forklift.
These two holes have been there for a while, and I'm just now realizing that with them being insulated (and as such sealed at the ankles) they have been slowly filling up with debris.
I fear, in time, these pants may grow too heavy to wear.
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